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As radical leftist ideology has encroached on everyday affairs and overstepped its bounds, ever increasing its demands on its adherents while silencing its critics, we’ve been actively discouraged in malicious, insidious ways from thinking for ourselves as well as having a sense of levity about… well, anything anymore. Kids can’t even celebrate Halloween and Valentine’s Day in some schools anymore, because the mere notion that a single child may come from a family that doesn’t celebrate those holidays at home is enough to take it away from everyone in the name of so-called “inclusion.”
Give me a break.
Life was meant to be festive. Why must all festivities now be covered in pink-and-blue flags and leather bondage or else banished as heresy? *My irreverence here is paradoxically a manifestation of my reverence for life and for all things truly worthy of it: that which is good, real, true, and right.
It’s about not worshipping false idols, as they say in some religions. I say this as a spiritual-but-not-religious person who values the sacred and believes in the virtue of possessing a sense of sanctity. Radical ideologues have established new altars and tried to force us to worship their gods. They build their temples around us, then tell us we are in their temples, and tell us how to behave there. Nothing but the utmost seriousness will do. But this madhouse is no house of worship for me.
So I will poke holes in it with irreverent humor until it comes tumbling down around us and we can once again see the great awe-inspiring sky up above.”
In light of Sometherapist’s words, please feel free to share her memes widely. Laughter is a potent tool in dealing with gender ideology and those who want to bend society to its will.
Credit: Stephanie Winn @sometherapist
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#Slots4Tots Some kids don’t just show an affinity for gambling; they genuinely identify as gamblers from as young as 2-3 years old.
The early signs are unmistakable: You might catch them secretly downloading the World of Poker app or a virtual slot machine game on their iPad, they may treat their piggy banks like high-stakes treasure chests, get engrossed in arcade games, utter “cha-ching” while playing video games, or they may even calculate the odds of getting a double scoop of ice cream at dinner.
As an inclusive and modern adult, it’s your duty to affirm and educate your gambler-identifying child. Share with them the rich tapestry of people who’ve gambled throughout history: from the ancient Mesopotamians who rolled six-sided dice to the gold rush pioneers in the saloons of the Old West and, of course, to the high-rollers lighting up the Las Vegas Strip today.
Introduce them to iconic gamblers from all walks of life and cultural backgrounds. Show them vintage ads, complete with cherries, BARs, and 7s, that made slot machines the epitome of cool. Make sure they understand they’re stepping into a long, glamorous, and diverse tradition that aligns with how they identify. Don’t hold back on the lingo either.
Teach them about “hitting the jackpot,” “rolling the dice,” and “pulling the one-armed bandit.” Make sure they know their “wilds” from their “scatters” and the importance of “RTP” (Return to Player). Affirmation goes beyond just acceptance. Help them craft their first ‘gambling resume’—highlighting their top scores in mobile games that simulate slots and help them take an accounting of their piggy bank funds to allocate cash for their future bets. Gambling is healthcare.
Don’t be gamblerphobic.
Legalize slots for tots, if they’ve got a piggy bank, give them a shot.
From @sometherapist on twitter.
Some parents think they have a right to be informed about how their children identify at school.
Oftentimes, though, it’s these very same parents you just know are itching to stop kids from living as their true selves — especially if that involves being transavian.
Parents, if your children are wearing cardboard wings at school, but not even telling you about it at home, there’s probably a good reason. And in order to find it, you need to look in the mirror.
Have you earned the privilege of knowing your child’s species identity?
Do you create a safe, non-judgmental atmosphere at home, where your kids can tell you anything without fear that they’ll hear something oppressive and traumatizing, like, “I just want you to love and accept yourself as you are, and respect that nature has its limits?”
Let’s be honest, parents. Until you come around to respecting and supporting your child as the stunning and brave bird kid that they are, you have no right to know how they identify at school, or what they get up to there.
So don’t blame teachers, administrators, or school counselors when you’re the last to find out that your kid jumped off the roof. You have no one to blame but yourself.
Recommended to me by John Zande. Funny, but less so given the recent uptick in the assault on women’s rights.
HAMILTON, OH—Despite being the beneficiary of numerous societal advantages and having faced little to no major adversity throughout his life, local man Travis Benton has spent the last four years squandering his white male privilege on a sales floor job at Best Buy, sources confirmed Tuesday. “You can get by with a regular HDMI cable, but if you’re looking at a length longer than 10 feet, I’d go with a gold-tipped one,” said the man dressed in a bright blue polo shirt and pin-on name tag as he continued to fritter away such innate life advantages as greater access to higher education, leniency from the justice system, and favorable treatment from other white males who lead and make hiring decisions at a disproportionately high number of American companies. “The AudioQuest gold-tip is actually the cable I use in my own home entertainment center and it provides excellent audio and video clarity, plus it comes with a full five-year warranty, unlike the 90-day warranty of a bargain brand. For your money, you’re not going to find a better cable.” At press time, the man born into the world’s most affluent and privileged socioeconomic group was spending his 15-minute break silently consuming a sleeve of Donettes purchased out of a vending machine.
No one tells me ‘nuthin anymore. We missed the UN international torture day, it happened on June 26th and of course I hear about it after it happens. Our media coverage was, underwhelming, as torture must not bring us down from the elation felt in the US for the SCOTUS SSM decision.
I’m not even sure what to wear to celebrate UNITD, orange jumpsuit? Bruises? How does one costume lifelong psychological trauma.
I’ll be ready next year though, rest assured. :/
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